You can't make this stuff up

O_O SWEET CHRISTMAS~!


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I ...

I am consumed with want.

I don't know who signed my Gmail address up for all this spam these many months ago, but-- since the filter works-- I don't mind. In fact, though the messages themselves are never hilarious like some people's are, the names on a lot of them are things of great awesome.

Henning Courtright. Newton Belcher. Tamir Geibel. Comfort Wetmore. Seth Silver. Gear Wishing. Denholm Leander. Aldous Deatherage.

Wayra Penhollow. Ekain Remington. Teodosio Jeans. Zivit Talmadge. Maeleachlainn Edmondson. Fran Funk. Kore Kung. Klytie Galarza.

Kit Language. Caden Schroeder. Lavina Flood. Megaera Brunette. Cressida Chin.

Massimilliano Harley. Alberic Decastro.

Chiarina Soper. Mao Carlene.



Also help me make this icon better ¦c

From 9:00 AM Sunday to 7:00 PM Tuesday, the last few days of finals, I had two donuts, perhaps three small candy bars, and three and a half hours of sleep.

After 7:00 PM Tuesday, I got into bed (forgetting to log off AIM; sorry everybody) and slept until 4... and then till 9:45... and then 11. I had a parade of dreams where I had wings, or was going on a field trip through space, or was at Disneyworld.

What did I learn? I learned how to make writing essays go faster, and that I can be pretty danged stoic if the need arises, and that John Lennon's "Happy Christmas" is a totally depressing song, and that I love looking at the sky.

It feels like a week of distance between me and Tuesday. But then, 16 hours is a lot of sleep.

Well, it's true what they say about LJ, isn't it? All right, all right. A little less Jinjo, a little more Jinjo-brand entertainment!

(biggish!)

I did this in class this morning while some visiting artist lady (that the professor let us go see instead of having class :3) was demonstrating her technique. That technique was: taping vine charcoal to the end of a yardstick and taking a half-hour to do an angular structural underlay. She seriously wouldn't get on with it until she saw people drawing along with her. But it was fun to get to do again, since scheduling did not, and will not, allow me to take another figure drawing course. :(

And that's drapery, covering her toe.

I just had a weird thing happen o_o

Out of nowhere I felt something a lot like the bouncy recoil of hitting a tennis ball really hard, in my head. No pain or anything, just that kind of motion... impact... thing. From right to left, if you care to know.

What... is that? :0

Found through the Umbagollah forums:

The Night Song.

You guyyyyyyys :(

A snake got into my apartment! It's kind of tiny and shy and almost certainly non-poisonous, but-- SNAKE. SHARING MY LIVING SPACE.

I repeat, I'm not afraid of being attacked mercilessly by the thing in my sleep. But man, first it was the roaches, then the earthworm coming up the bathroom sink drain (???), then the Pretty Big Spider, and now we have graduated to REPTILES. It's getting a little ridiculous.

But whatever. I satisfied myself that he was not dangerous, I got over it, I named him* and went on with my life. Until I started picturing myself getting up in the middle of the night for a drink of water or whatever, and stepping on him in the dark where he thought he was safe, and him biting the heck out of my toe. So I decided he had to go. I went back and started trying to catch him (cue "AAAAAAAAAHH *flail*") and finally got him within a foot of the door-- and do you know what? SUDDENLY he stops going along the carpet and starts heading... down into it. At first I'm like, "Oh, I guess the carpet is deeper there" or whatever, but more and more of him starts disappearing until finally, he's entirely gone. I started poking furiously at the place with a pencil, about his thickness, and I can find not even the beginnings of a hole.

I HAVE A MAGIC SNAKE PORTAL IN MY APARTMENT AUGH WHY

And it came to pass that her mother descended from the north and visited her. And after they had made their feast upon chicken and pasta they did reach the end of their pilgrimage, and the antique shops received them with gladness and thanksgiving.

Then they saw that the shops were filled with Beanie Babies, ceramic roosters, and all manner of Brighton accessories, and their hearts were saddened and their faces downcast. And they grumbled among themselves, saying, "We came to this city seeking wonders, to be had for less than an hour's wages! How is it that we have not found anything?" So they despaired, and she began to collect things she did not want, to ease her sorrow.

Then her mind was restored, and she exclaimed, "I do not need this bowl with Chinese dragons, though it be only a dollar, nor these cobalt glass bottles either!" For she had seen in a mirror the account of Knormal and understood its truths.

So it came to pass that she looked with merriment at the tray of rhinestone belt buckles the size of index cards,
And lo, she did discover and purchase a randomly intriguing brass medallion thingy for too much money. And her soul was at rest, and she had the remains of the feast of chicken and pasta laid up for another day.

Funny, I thought people would have at least SOMETHING to say to that last one. :o

Anyway, since people are not finding it too late to make Pirates 2 posts, I shall add my own!

( Watch first, read on later!!! D: )

Well. I leave for the summer tomorrow.

Hopefully between now and then I'll get some closure over this semester. I'm still not thinking like I'm going to be doing anything other than going to class Monday.

Here. I heard this song on the radio and it made me cry. Enjoy!